What Would Artists Feel?

Is it enough justification when I say artists feel things differently than other people?

It feels so odd, saying the word... "artists." It feels like a brand on my side, a scar I have to deal with. When people tell me, "artist ka pala," or "artist ka kasi," I immediately recoil and attempt to mutter a "no..." I feel like I don't deserve the title.

But still... it seems so appropriate. The things I do, how I think about things around me. It's unmistakable. I want to make beautiful things. I want to make the things around me pleasing to the senses. I want to be able to paint or write a song or a poem about a chair, and I want to make the people who hear it or read it or see it want to actually MAKE LOVE with the damn chair. I want to make art. I want to be an artist.

But it seems so obvious what I have to do, what I have to work with. It scares me to no end but come to think of it, I've been working with it for a long time already. And it's volatile, and fragile, and very, very human.

Emotion. Where all shit hits the proverbial fan.

So again. Is it enough justification when I say artists feel things differently than other people?

.....

OR. Artists just like to whine a lot.